Chapter 219
When Ji Ma saw the beautifully shaped ankle stop beside her face, with wet silver strands sticking to her calf, two cold hands gently lifted her up from under her armpits.
The long silver legs passed by her like beautiful scenery outside a train window.
Originally, Ji Ma could have gritted her teeth and stood up, but now she simply chose to “play more paralyzed,” her face flushed, her eyes vacant, as if she had received the most vicious curse in the world.
Yves Frostleaf gently shook her:
“Ji Ma, are you okay?”
Ji Ma pretended to struggle to catch her breath: “I can… I can breathe.”
“I’ll go call George, tell him to treat you.”
Ji Ma gasped, “Okay.”
She slumped against Yves Frostleaf, using her as a crutch, feeling her soft, cool body, which was so comfortable.
As Ji Ma enjoyed the pleasure of being a patient, she secretly hated her lack of skill, unable to research any runes targeting extraordinary beings, missing this great opportunity.
She could only take advantage of being a patient.
Yves Frostleaf dragged her toward the bathroom door, shouting: “George! George!”
The call suddenly stopped.
Ji Ma felt Yves Frostleaf pause, as if hesitating, her cold voice came from above:
“Ji Ma, I thank you.”
Is she offering herself?
Ji Ma’s tail flicked up.
“But could you please let go of your hand?”
“Ah?”
In a firm tone: “Right hand.”
What an ungrateful elf.
The suspected culprit who cursed Yves Frostleaf released her right hand that had been clinging to the small snow peak and lied: “I was just afraid of falling down.”
Yves Frostleaf lifted her long leg and kicked open the bathroom door, grabbing Ji Ma’s left hand and placing it on her shoulder while wrapping her waist and quickly running out of the hot, humid bathroom.
This way of carrying was truly not intimate, only side by side.
Ji Ma complained inwardly; her mind, captivated by beauty, became somewhat clearer as she said:
“You are free from the curse now.”
“Hmm.”
Yves Frostleaf’s side profile looked neither sad nor happy.
George soon arrived and, seeing the “paralyzed” Ji Ma, quickly asked: “What happened to Ji Ma?”
Ji Ma replied: “Excessive mana consumption.”
“Did the Demon King’s nasty curse hurt you?” George took Ji Ma into his arms, where she felt as light as a feather; he gently shook her and cradled her in his arms.
“No.”
As George spoke while walking: “I’ll treat you immediately.”
Ji Ma craned her head to call out to Yves Frostleaf behind her: “Frostleaf, remember, three requests, three requests.”
“Okay.”
This was the first word Yves Frostleaf spoke after meeting George.
Yves Frostleaf watched George carry Ji Ma away and turned to leave silently.
“Save your ‘treatment quota,’” Ji Ma said. “After all, there are still a bunch of injured soldiers in the army who are relying on George as their savior.”
“At a time like this, could you stop speaking in a weird tone?”
Ji Ma and George had a conflict; Ji Ma believed it was better to leave the incapacitated soldiers behind, but George insisted on staying.
Suddenly, Ji Ma did a flip, breaking free from George’s grip, landing on the ground steadily and maintaining her balance with ease: “I can walk, I can run…”
Ji Ma flapped her wings, lifted her calf, and hovered in the air: “I can even fly.”
“Are you okay?”
“Just excessive mana consumption.”
“Then what about earlier?”
“I can run, jump, and fly.”
“So you were…” After everything, George understood human relationships and was searching his mind for a phrase to replace “acting sick.”
“Right, acting sick.”
“Why?”
“Isn’t it all because of you?” Ji Ma angrily kicked George’s calf: “Honestly, you’re great at everything except for being morally castrated. If you were more proactive and took Yves Frostleaf down, would I need to bother myself with sticking close? I feel pathetic like a creepy guy.”
George’s eye twitched, hit by Ji Ma’s worldview.
“I’m your husband, right?”
“Fiancé,” Ji Ma corrected.
“Do you want me to marry Frostleaf?”
“As long as I’m allowed to participate on the wedding night, I would love for you to kneel down in front of her, clutching her thigh, begging, ‘Please marry me soon.’”
George was somewhat perplexed: “Wait… let me sort this out.”
“Sort what out?”
Ji Ma grew more annoyed, thinking how she had worked hard to conquer an ice mountain, only to receive three non-coercive requests in return.
Clearly, if that castrated fellow were more assertive, she wouldn’t have to act like a lovesick puppy fawning over an ice mountain, right?
She could just join in the three-way brawl.
“We’re not suitable for marriage.”
“You already have two wives,” Ji Ma said. “I can think of some men who just stand there enjoying the pursuit of women, not stating their position, not taking responsibility, not being proactive. Especially cherishing their reputations, as if being labeled a scumbag is worse than annihilating the world. I ask you, do you like Yves Frostleaf?”
“She is beautiful and kind, and we are familiar with each other, of course I like her,” George said. “But we really aren’t suitable together; her parents would definitely disapprove, and I don’t want to put her in a difficult position.”
“Then be lovers.”
“No.”
“Just tell her, with her proud personality, she definitely wouldn’t want that.” Ji Ma said: “If you’re a bit more aggressive, whip her, tear her stockings, rip off her clothes, she would actually go along with it; she’d agree to whatever you say.”
The two fell silent. Seeing George’s incredulous expression, Ji Ma realized she might have said the wrong thing.
George asked: “Do you like her body? Just like you did with Jenna?”
Ji Ma tried to change the subject: “Ah… well, beautiful women, who doesn’t like them? You also said she’s beautiful and kind.”
“Answer my question directly,” George said. “Is that what you mean by whipping, is that what you want to do to her?”
“I have the right to remain silent,” Ji Ma said, turning to leave: “I’m going to sleep to recover my mana, good night.”
After taking a step, her tail tightened predictably.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch, is this how you treat a hero?” Ji Ma exaggeratedly cried out, turning her head: “Why do you always pull my tail?”
George let go, then grabbed Ji Ma’s horn, leading her toward the bedroom door just a few steps away.
Ji Ma felt that George was a bit angry, so she obediently walked with him into the bedroom.
Once the door closed, George continued to question: “So you hope I can get along with Yves Frostleaf, just out of desire?”
Ji Ma laid on the bed, turned to her side, and asked: “So what if I do? Isn’t it a happy thing for everyone? Is the holy knight George really going to punish me for that? That wouldn’t be appropriate.”
George thought for a moment; indeed Ji Ma hadn’t done anything bad.
Seeing that George couldn’t do anything against her, Ji Ma rested her chin on her hand and said: “I’m merely being superficial. That’s not against the law, right?”
“Not against the law.”
Ji Ma continued teasing: “I’m just mulling over the idea of turning Frostleaf into a maid; that’s not against the law, right?”
How did a victim rescued from the Demon King’s palace end up like this?
George sighed: “Not against the law, unless you take action.”
“I have taken action; I’ve researched slave contracts—you know there’s a huge flaw in them: as the slave’s power increases, the contract’s binding force decreases. So I’m working on resolving this flaw and developing a weaker version of the slave contract…”
George’s gaze suddenly became sharp.
“I call it a rune; it will cause the other party to develop desires continuously like me, and it will be… very comfortable. This is a great opportunity to remove the curse.”
This was basically equivalent to blaspheming his faith and worldview in front of George.
George’s voice turned solemn: “Do you understand the consequences? If you don’t, I’ll tell you now.”
“Sacrifice for the greater good, imprisonment, or even burning?” Ji Ma said in a lazy tone, as if discussing tomorrow’s weather: “Why else do you think I’ve gone to such great lengths to help Yves Frostleaf remove her curse? For the greater good? I don’t care about the fate of this army.”
George stepped closer, his muscles tense, one hand reaching for the hilt of his knight’s sword. His fingertips brushed against Ji Ma’s black hair ribbon at the hilt, hesitated momentarily, then clenched his right hand into a fist, ready to subdue Ji Ma.
Ji Ma, both nervous and excited, said: “But I haven’t given Frostleaf the rune.”
“Hmm?”
“Because there’s no curse or contract in existence that can make a powerful extraordinary being feel lustful. The rune I created only serves as a night light and can remove coldness from the palace.”
Ji Ma looked amused at George’s clenched fist, sticking out her tongue to poke the fist, laughing recklessly, her tail tip pointing at her head:
“These are all naughty thoughts existing in my brain, at most just written down. And as a morally upright holy knight, you wouldn’t speak ill of Frostleaf behind my back, would you?”
George, annoyed, relaxed his fist and said: “No, actions speak louder than words.”
George began to regret that when Ji Ma was still a little girl, he naively thought that encouraging her to read more scriptures and good books would lead her on the path of goodness.
In the end, she became a bad woman well-versed in the Holy Hall and even enjoyed dancing in front of him.
“Hehe, I love seeing you get angry and have no way to deal with me,” Ji Ma giggled: “Alright, alright, you moral gentleman, please turn around and leave my bedroom. I’m going to sleep, and watching a girl change clothes is not a good person’s behavior.”
George took a deep breath and turned around.
Ji Ma removed her almost-soaked top with her back turned; her black stockings stuck to her legs, very uncomfortable.
“Click.”
That was the sound of the lights being turned off.
While Ji Ma was lowering her head to remove her stockings, she didn’t hear the door open, but rather heard approaching footsteps.
She raised her head, about to angrily scold George for being a perverted little man.
Before she could speak, a powerful force grabbed her horn. The bed rushed toward her, and Ji Ma fell onto it.
“Why grab my horn again?”
Just as she tried to prop herself up, her hand was pressed down by George’s grip on her horn, who softly said in her ear:
“I demand you fulfill your duty as a wife.”
“Pervert!”
“And consider helping you recover your mana faster.”
“A hypocrite doing bad things under the guise of justice!”
As soon as her words fell, she felt a chill on her right leg; George removed her half-removed stockings.
After a night passed, Ji Ma quickly recovered her mana.
